歌词
I got my pistols in my pocket boys
I'm, I'm Alabama bound
I got my pistols in my pocket boys
I'm, I'm Alabama bound
Well, I'm not looking for no trouble
But nobody dogs me 'round
Now, well I'm going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-Cities, here I come
Oh, well I'm going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-Cities here I come
'Cause she was raised up on that cornbread
And I know that woman'll give me some
Give me some baby
Oh, when this kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try and dog him 'round
Now when this kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try and dog him 'round
'Cause if you people cause me trouble
Lord, I've got to put you in the ground
Well, I was born in Mississippi, baby
I don't take any stuff from you
Though I was born in Mississippi, babe
And I don't take any stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, it's got to make it black and blue
Ah, well, I'm going to Alabama got my pistols out by my side
Hmm, yes, I'll ride to Alabama with my pistols out by my side
Come down in Alabama, you can run, but you sure can't hide
